This is the final chapter in the tale of Phoebe and Cody, two star-crossed souls thrown together by fate and circumstance in the Desolation Wilderness near Lake Tahoe. If you haven't read the first two chapters, I urge you to do that first. I'd like to acknowledge my editor, lil_kitty, a talented Lit author in her own right. Check out her stories!
DAY 3
As Cody awoke, he could feel Phoebe's warm, soft body pressed against him. He was curled up with her in the sleeping bag, spooning her from behind, his face buried in her honey brown hair.
They were both naked, his top leg laying between hers, his arm draped over her waist. They couldn't have had more skin-to-skin contact if they tried.
And boy had they tried.
Cody relived the pleasures of the previous night.
Lying in the meadow looking up at the stars.
She was in my lap and I was stroking her from behind.
Slow, deep strokes.
And she was squeezing me.
God, that felt incredible.
And she was loving it too.
She was moaning so loudly.
She shouted my name when she came.
She said she loved me.
I told her I loved her too.
Oh God. What have I done?
Normally, Cody might have felt a knot in his stomach at this point. That deep-seated fear that you'd done something that you'll soon regret.
But he didn't feel that way.
He actually felt
excited
.
Not fire in the loins excited, though that was a part of it. This was a deeper, more emotional excitement.
Like he'd just opened a door that led to a wonderful new place.
If there was any nervousness, it was the uncertainty of how
she'd
be feeling the next day.
She began to stir. He'd find out soon enough.
She tilted her head back, facing him. Her eyes were still closed.
He slid his arm around her torso, caressing her breasts. He pulled her close.
She smiled.
"Good morning," he whispered.
"Morning," she said in a high, soft voice.
She reached behind him, running her hand over his lower back and ass. She was pulling him to her.
Her eyes fluttered open.
"I dreamt we made love under the stars. You told me you loved me. It was beautiful."
He pressed his naked body against hers.
"That was no dream. It was real. It
is
real. I
do
love you."
"Oh, Cody," she whispered. "I think I love you too."
He leaned in and kissed her face. Softly. Tenderly.
"Think?" he asked. "You don't know?"
"I mean, know."
"No? So you don't love me."
"No, I mean,
know
. Like, I'm certain."
"So, you're certain you don't love me."
She looked at him and cocked her head.
"Are you fuckin' with me?"
He laughed.
"What's good for the goose..."
With that, he pinched her on the butt. She let out a scream and pushed his hands away. He laughed again, putting her in a clinch.
She slipped her hand behind his head, running her fingers through this hair.
"Oh, Cody."
He planted soft kisses on her neck, breathing in her scent.
She felt his hardness pressing against her. She lifted her leg and let his cock extend between her thighs.
She began to caress it with her fingers.
Her touch was light, grazing the skin of his shaft, tracing the ridges of the head.
He cupped her breasts, slowly rolling her nipple.
She used her fingertips to circle the crown of his cock, teasing it. She could feel it swelling. Before long, he had swollen like a ripe plum.
She softly encompassed his head in her hand, gently rotating it, sliding it down his shaft.
She could hear his breathing grow more ragged.
She applied more pressure, squeezing him. She could feel his body twitching.
She rubbed her thumb over the top of his head while her fingers tickled the tender underside.
His body was trembling now, his breathing catching. His cock was rock hard.
It made her so hot seeing him get excited like this. All from her touch. Her pussy was wet and tingling, her nipples were standing up.
She lifted his stiff cock until it pressed against her dripping pussy.
She gasped and started to rub the head against her lips, rocking her pelvis to massage her pussy with his cock.
Now,
her
breath was becoming ragged.
She held the sensitive underside of his head with her fingertips and began to rub his head against her clit.
The combination of her tickling fingertips and her warm, wet pussy was almost too much to take. He started to thrust his pelvis, sliding the head of his cock, his big, fleshy head, back and forth over her swollen clit.
Her body started to shake.
She pressed him against her clit and closed her eyes, her mouth open and gasping.
"You're gonna make me cum," she whispered.
He kept the motion constant, so she could ride the wave. Then he gave her nipple a tweak.
"Ohhhhhh!" she cried.
She arched her back, pressing him against her, using him like a vibrator. He kept it up, effectively vibrating her clit with the head of his cock.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Her body shook and trembled as she rode the waves of pleasure.
When her orgasm finally ebbed, and she opened her eyes, he was looking at her smiling.
"That was so hot," she said. "You're better than my vibe."
He laughed.
"Damn, you're sexy when you cum. It took every ounce of willpower to keep from ravaging you."
She made a face and waved her hand.
"To hell with willpower! Ravage away!"
He looked at her, wondering if she meant it.
"But before you do," she said, reaching to the corner of the shelter.
She picked up a 2-foot rope he used to hang his headlamp and handed it to him.
"This is something
I've
always wanted to do," she smiled.
